Moving On!

“Not a problem,” I assured them. “At such a large wedding, there’ll be other guests heading back.” Plus, there was the intercity bus, operated under frum auspices, as a backup plan.

It was a lovely simchah. When it was time to think about my return, I looked around for familiar faces. There were several — but they were no longer Brooklyn residents. Still, I’m an optimist. I was certain I wouldn’t have a problem getting back to my home and hearth.

Sometime during the second dance, I thought it might be a good idea to check the bus schedule.

Last bus to Brooklyn: 7:15 p.m.

What?

The party had hardly begun. And 7:15 was long past; that ship had sailed hours earlier.